little angel chasing his wife

For what?

What do you say I am for?

For the first time in three months of marriage, I felt truly tired.

"If I said it, would you believe it?" I looked at him, without any imagination of my own, watching him frown at my answer, "Of course it's because I like you."

He loosened his brows as if in shock, and his eyes gradually widened. Before he could react, I pushed him out and closed the door.

The room was quiet for a long time, and there was no sound from outside the door. Derek stretched out his hand and scratched the back of his head.

"It seems that you haven't had a good time these few months..." he said, he was going to stretch out his big hands that had just touched his messy curly hair to rub my hair, and I opened it, "Look He's still quite handsome... Sigh... That's why you women are too impulsive..."

Suddenly there was a light knocking sound outside the door, "Sorry to bother you," he said in a low voice, "I will have a chance...bye."

"Actually, it's not all his fault," I said as I walked towards the messy sofa, stretched out my hand to pile the clothes aside, leaned myself on it, and relaxed my back that had been tense, "My brother blocked all my news, He is a person who needs to be careful about his identity, and he can't find out about me, so of course he will doubt me. I have prepared for all these, and I didn't divorce for this..."

"Great love made our former ministers a lot more understanding." Derek sighed and picked up a pile of clothes and walked inside.

To be honest, this room really challenges the limits of people - not to mention the piles of clothes everywhere and the dishes waiting to be washed in the sink, even suspicious green mold can be seen on the ground, and a cockroach climbed up under my gaze. Tea table, left after polluting a plate of cake.

Is this guy going to let himself get moldy too?

I really can't stand this, especially when the sofa I was sitting on also smelled bad, I got up and went to the kitchen to find an apron, a mask, and a mask, and when I was ready, I piled up the dirty clothes in the living room and hugged them. in the room.

He just came out and reached out to take the dirty clothes I was holding, but I refused, "Where is the wooden barrel for washing clothes?"

"Huh?" He froze.

"Find it out for me quickly, or I'll burn it all for sterilization." I looked at him, emphasizing the word sterilization.

He immediately ran inside.

After four full hours, I finally breathed a sigh of relief and lay back on the sofa that I had wiped with a towel no less than ten times. The air in the room was also awake, and the refreshing wind was blowing from the window.

"Oh my god!" Derek jumped up and down looking at his brand-new house, sighed for a while, and suddenly ran over and grabbed my hand.

I squinted at him: "...why?"

"Minister marry me!"

"Oh," I nodded, then withdrew my hand and slapped him on the head, "That's weird!"

"You see, minister, you are so virtuous, and I just need a wife who can do housework like you." Derek covered his face and was sad for a while, and even gave me an analysis. The headquarters approves the documents, and when you come home from work, you come home and help me prepare hot meals, and I will bring you a bouquet of fresh roses from the market, changing patterns for you every day, and then you help me clean and wash. Clothes, I will help you carry water to dry clothes, wait until night...hehe..."

I silently pulled out the pistol at my waist, picked up a cloth to wipe the shiny gun body, and loaded it by the way.

He finally shut up.

"Don't say what you shouldn't say, even if it's a joke." I fired a shot at the vase on the cabinet in the distance, and the pieces of white porcelain and clear water scattered on the freshly polished solid wood floor.

Then I withdrew the pistol, "I'm going back."

"Minister!" He chased after me and watched me pull the door open, "Are you angry?"

I was awakened by his words, and then I realized that I was holding the wooden door tightly with my fingers.

"No, you remember to clean up the bottles and water." I shook my head.

"I'm sorry." His voice came from the other side of the door. I closed the door, stared at the lines on it for a while, and walked back slowly.

I used to imagine that kind of life too.

Because I knew it was impossible to achieve it all at once, so I worked hard cautiously. It was too obvious and I was afraid that he would be disgusted, so I had to work a little bit.

I don't like thunder at night, it's not that I'm afraid, it's just that I don't like it.

About a week after we got married, it rained especially hard that day, the wind blew through the tree tops, and unknown objects were slapped on the windows and then blown away.

I closed the windows in a panic, and then prepared the meals. The noise outside became more and more noisy, and it seemed that the inside of the house was quieter.

I told him in the morning that I don’t like rainy nights and I hope he can accompany me at night. He seemed to nod subconsciously, then looked up at my expectant eyes, lowered his head and hesitated for a long time and said he was back so late.

I said nothing, so he told me to wait for him in the room.

Because of his words, I went upstairs and entered my room after dinner, but after waiting for a long time, there was still only the rustling outside the window, followed by thunder.

The whole room lit up, and I wasn't scared, but I felt flustered when the room turned white.

My hands were empty, and there was a feeling of lightness in my waist. I reached out and touched my back. When the second thunder sounded, I walked to the bed and took out the metal box under the bed.

I put the parts of the gun on the quilt and started to assemble it over and over again, and slowly my mind calmed down.

Then I just told myself, assemble it three more times, no more than 17 seconds each, and he'll be back.

It was a very naive idea, but for me at that time, it was like standing in front of the efficacious wishing well and dropping a coin. I started to assemble quickly, the first time was 17 seconds, and the second time was 16 and a half seconds.

The third time was 16 and a half seconds, I pressed the magazine hard, and with the slight sound of the parts combining, there was a click in the corridor outside.

I was stunned for a while, then suddenly remembered that he might be back, I happily opened the door and went out, the outside was still empty, I went to his room and opened the door carefully, only to see his head exposed outside the quilt, sleeping deeply look.

I felt a little lost, but considering that he was busy with work, it was normal for him to forget. After returning to the room, he put the gun away and went to sleep.

The next morning I prepared breakfast, he hurried downstairs, I asked him how he slept, he looked up and told me it was okay.

I turned back to make my coffee when he opened the door.

"Are you going to leave now?" This is not the first time, but I am still a little worried about him. After all, I was newly married for a week. I thought it would be a long time, so I caught up and handed him a wrapped sandwich, "Take some to eat." .”

He took it, then turned to me and said, "I'm sorry, I was too tired last night."

I shook my head and smiled at him: "It's okay."

"Tonight," he turned around when he said this, "I'll be back with you."

Then there are countless tonight, he will always take the breakfast I give him, and he will always make promises to me, but I once saw the breakfast that I carefully prepared in a pile of waste in the trash can on the corner of the street Now, his promise looks more like a warning, a kind of goodwill.

Made a clear promise but didn't fulfill it, just to tell me not to expect more from him, because he will never fall in love with me.

It's like pretending to choke when drinking soup every time. It's not that he doesn't know that the same trick will be discovered by me. He just hopes that I will find out before doing it, and then uses this to gently tell me not to do it again.

I used to yearn for his beauty so much, but thinking about it now, I feel extremely cruel.

It was his kindness that made everything I did so ridiculous, every trace of love was a calculation in his eyes, he was like a benevolent God, looking at me, a sinful person, with pity, and couldn't bear to point it out, but I can't bear to watch me fall.

The good cooking I always wanted to show him finally let him know, but that was the only time I was calculating, but it was just to leave him cleanly.

But he came back to me instead, asking me why I married him after the divorce.

Everything I did was a joke under his question.

Stop loving.

I looked at the old butler's loving face and smiled at Ymir.

I just want to stay with my brother.

Only here is my home.